Page 14 of The Lamb and the Llama
“Well, don’t we look the part?” he murmured in her ear.
Amira smiled brightly as she peered at him from under her lashes. “I must admit that I wasn’t keen on the idea initially, but I’m kind of warming up to it.”
Richard smiled back. “I’m glad.”
* * *
Sam watched from behind the bar as a couple glided in through the door. A shifter couple, he scented right away. The woman looked familiar to him, but then again, he’d seen a lot of faces. These two weren’t regulars, though—that he was certain of—which meant they’d be the perfect candidates for the new potion he wanted to try out. They wouldn’t be familiar with his drinks, so they wouldn’t notice anything strange about enhanced effects.
His boss, Zagan, had big plans in the coming days. He wanted to capture Gregor and experiment more on his royal blood, in hopes of making more potent potions for hybridizing shifters, and the only easy way to abduct the former king of Skyros was to drug him. Last time, they’d used an anti-shifting formula on him and Stan, but it didn’t leave them immobile long enough. The new drug they planned to use on him was different. It mimicked the same effects as shifter spirits, and the victim wouldn’t remember much during the time they were under the influence. Sam just wanted to test it a few more times to ensure its efficacy.
Sam smiled as the two approached the bar, and he placed a cocktail napkin in front of each. “What can I get ya?”
“I’ll have a scotch, neat,” the man said and then looked at the pretty thing wrapped around his arm. “And what are you ordering?”
“I’ll have a chardonnay, please.” The woman seemed to blush under the man’s gaze.
The two sat at the bar next to each other. Sam poured their drinks while keeping an eye on them, watching as the woman moved her hand from her date’s arm to his upper thigh. He could tell the two were obviously into each other. At least, they were more focused on each other than what Sam was doing. All he had to do was ensure that no one else was watching him add the potion to the glasses. And, of course, that wouldn’t be hard, since he was the only bartender today. He quickly slipped the potion into their first round and observed as they sipped their cocktails.
The two were much more interested in each other than their drinks. Not surprising, seeing as they seemed enamored with each other and shifters didn’t drink to get drunk, anyway. The beverages they’d ordered were more for social show than for effects.
Despite his offers for another round to urge them to drink up, it took the couple about an hour to finish their first glasses. Sam kept himself from growling. They were taking too long with their drinks. Their shifter healing abilities must be keeping the drug from affecting them.I’ll have to double the dose to get any results.
For their second round, Sam poured a little extra of the drug into both of their drinks. This time, it seemed to work because soon the two strangers were giggling and hanging onto each other.
Satisfied the drug was ready for Gregor, Sam forgot about the now-inebriated couple. The only thing on his mind now was the ex-king.
7
“I can’t believe it! You must be joking,” Amira said as she placed a palm on Richard’s thigh and gave it a squeeze.
“No. She really thought I was asking for something else.”
“In her defense, the Complaints on Campus reports are relatively new.”
“This is true.” Richard let out a low hum as Amiria’s fingers grazed his bulge. His dick twitched as heat rushed through him. He wanted her badly, but they were on an assignment—and out in public. “Amira, I’m going to use the restroom.”
It was the only excuse he could think of to cool off. He buttoned his jacket to hide his erection and quickly hightailed it to the bathroom at the back of the bar. Just as he was reaching for the handle, Amira palmed his hand. More heat rushed through him and went straight to his hardened cock. He screwed his eyes shut before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him.
“Amira, I know we’re on assignment, but my self-control is at an all-time low.”
She smoothed her free hand through his thick, wavy locks before palming his cheek. “I want you, Richard.”
She ground her hips into him as she cupped his backside. And that was all he needed as an answer. He pulled her into the bathroom with him. Once the door shut, he locked it. She palmed his cheeks and began kissing him. He guided her to the sink counter and placed her on it.
“I want you, too, Amira,” he said as he raised her pencil skirt up her thighs. “But first I want to savor you.”
He hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, all the while pressing featherlight kisses down her thighs and calves. She let out a soft rumbling moan as he pressed his lips on her sex.
“You taste as sweet as butterscotch, Amira.” He continued to nip, suck, and lick at her sweet juices as she arched her back to give him better access.
“Richard, I need—” Her voice broke into a soft cry.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said as he unzipped his pants, freeing his dick from the constraints.
He picked her up by her ass and eased into her as he walked her to the closest wall. She wrapped her legs around him tighter than before and ground her hips to match his thrusts. Amira made delicious sounds as her inner walls clamped around him.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
